there was wendy murdoch pimp slacking the guy who tried to pie her husband rupert. there were the two old guys who scrapped on stage at a canadian football reunion. alas, there can be but three medallist, and only one who wears gold. the bronze goes to the mountain biker dominated by a 300-pound leaping antelope, the silver to a crowd favorite who has become an internet hero, the coonskin cap eyewitness. >> he gets it, digging it like that, like dale jr. >> it was hard to believe there was someone better than that guy over the last 12 months or someone more entertaining than the cain/perry combo. >> if they print any more money over there in washington, the gold's going to be good. >> but there was. this year saw perhaps the greatest public meltdown in the history of american popular culture. our 2011 person of the year is the star of both "hot shots" and "hot shots part deux" mr. charlie sheen. >> i'm tired of pretending i'm not a rock star from mars. >> i've been riding on a mercury surf board. i'm a high priest war lock. winner, winner sheen dinner. i am on a dru